reached brindaban by the 10 am in the vehicle ferry...
waiting for us was dashing dadi and few creche kids... and of course sukhada, the bijli... before amit could get depressed, i started training for rachel, alam, amit, sukhada... two women who look after the creche, insisted that they would learn only when others come... another one, samaan's (means sam- aan, allah ki sunanevala) mom was convincingly cynical... the others of course never turned up... but to bank on the brighter side of things, seeds team learnt recording, editing, putting things on cool edit...
then ammini, a panchayat member, strolled in.. plaster did the trick again.. she felt bad about the conspicuous-by-absence situation and learnt things from sukhada... heard her interview on cool edit intently...
by then samaan's mom had warmed up and we discussed issues like alcohol, relief, lucknow ki tehzeeb, how alcohol is prepared at home and how everyone - men and women - have a list excuse-like-occasion to drink, fatigue, wedding, death, birth, salary (pretty much every evening...)
it was 230 and while we waited for our vehicle, our in house shayars, rachel and amit, "procured" some vadas, rotis, sambhar...well established truth - hunger makes anything taste good... even rock-like dal wada and soggy cold "ched vada." samaan's mom got some lovely lucknow style semiyan sweet for us... needless to say, we hogged... alam's head and my hand and everyone's mood - painfully heavy...
try listening to "tujhe dekh dekh sona, tujhe dekhkar hai jagna... tujhme basi hai meri jaan... hai.. jiya dhadak dhadak jaye" as u bump n swish through rotting coconut trees... thinking about the bar that all moms are worried about... remembering that look of school going kids as they follow "five star cycle ice cream"... in a half surreal tired sleep i dreamt of teenage boys with the same look following the "dhinchak" bar... i woke up to shayri of amit, rachel, and giggles about my sleep swaying...
samaan's mom has promised to bring one woman on monday for an interview about poverty, shelters and old age... did i say convincingly cynical???
kya karen? tujh mein basi hai meri jaan... jiya dhadak dhadak jaye...
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